AN: Just a small poem from me to you as a Christmas gift and to thank all my great readers... I hope you all have a fab Christmas... please review!

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'Twas the Night Before Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, in the Summer's girls house

Not a demon was stirring, not even a mouse

The crossbows were loaded by the chimney with care

With hopes that a monster would not give us a scare.

Little Dawnie was sleeping soundly in bed,

While visions of horrors danced in my poor head.

And a stake by my lamp, and one by my pillow,

I thought of the safety of my friends such as Willow.

When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.

Away to the window I flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon of the night fell upon his bleached head,

The culprit of such noise, was indeed the undead.

With a heavy sigh I shouted below,

"How many times must I tell you to go!"

He looks up at me, eyebrow raised and present in hands,

That annoying smirk shows, as his stubborn still stands.

And then without warning, he walks through the back door,

To give me his gift, and hopefully nothing else more.

After all these years, I still can not believe,

How he insists to visit me on Christmas eve.

I try to tell Spike to go far, far away,

But the blood sucking fiend always must stay.

He stays through the night, until the day,

Until the Scoobies visit for presents and play.

He and Xander shall share evil looks,

While Willow and Giles look through ancient books.

Dawn and Tara can talk all Christmas long,

While poor Anya tries not to say something wrong.

For once in the year, the demons stay low,

Giving my Christmas that extra special glow.

But one demon stays, though he isn't as unpleasant,

Especially as he brings each one of us a present.

Though usually we like our lives Spike free and clear,

We let him stay this one special time of the year.

The magic of Christmas is coming to an end,

the night is closer I'm afraid my friend.

For when morning comes, it will all be done,

The excitement, the presents and most of the fun.

And as the slayer I am sad to tell,

That by tomorrow, Sunnydale will be Sunnyhell.

But at least 'til then, I plan to like,

The company of friends, even Spike.

So I sit by the tree, all warm and snug,

My feet curled beneath me on my mothers rug.

Wishing she could see my friends in such a wonderful sight,

And say to you, like I shall,

"Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night."

By Secret Slayer

AN: Merry Christmas... and please leave a review if you liked... my first Buffy poem...

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